At first glance, he was striking, tall and lean, with sharp, high cheekbones, a long straight nose, and pale gray blue eyes framed by dark brows, the kind that made his expressions seem naturally intense. It was softened only by the kind of smile that screamed I've gotten away with this before.
Very handsome, no doubt. The kind of man who probably made girls giggle without even trying. But to Nnenna, used to Arthur's carved from stone composure and Carl's effortless confidence, this stranger's charm felt… cheap. Flashy. Like a sparkler compared to steady firelight.
She wheeled closer, the soft hum of her chair and faint roll of wheels against tile catching the attention of the men.
"Nnenna," Carl said first, hesitating as if he hadn't expected her so soon.
"Good morning, people." She gave them all a small wave before nodding toward the unfamiliar man, whose eyes had been scanning her with an amused, mischievous glint ever since she entered. "And who's this?"
